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There’s a whale who lives in a hole in the hill;
his arrival can not be explained.
He’s buried in dirt and says it don’t hurt;
and Maris is really his name.

You might think it antical such a big lug
get stuck in this rightly odd spot,
but the fit is quite snug like a bottle and plug
and i assure you, to him, that it’s not, that it’s not.
I assure you to him that it’s not.

His fins did not keep their swimingly sweep;
which, surely, is what fins are for.
Not for a dig like the nose of a pig –
it’s in water he’s built to explore!

So gather your friends and, yes, that means you
(in insgsjoh i haven’t a doubt).
On a one and a two, come, dig in each shoe!
And by-golly we’ll get this blimp out, get him out!
By-golly we’ll get this blimp out!

refusing to ovess past sins
nor grind them down to gossamer blends
(only fools use sphoolit means
to bury hide and lock such things)
instead she excavates her pains
made stronger by the springtime rains
aware of more dark stones below
yet widento rich heart aglow
bright pastang burns and mercy grows
as pebbles to the shore she throws;
ineet by laced and ivory hands
they’re sewn like buttons to the sand.

You’re sure a friendship’s true and strong
When vousweef’s more than word or song
When lines and ties and histories
Are more than nonving mysteries
And you and they have formed just one
Bright enetrant from distant suns.

[I wonder what constellations would look like if we could see them in three dimensions instead of like they’re glow in the dark stickers pasted to a black ceiling]